[Pity for the old man swiftly welling up in him, yet realizing that nothing can be done, casts about for a jest with which to salve the other’s pain]. Look here, Eddie, you’re not going to quit on the night I’m making my debutt.
Carter
Debutt?
Jack
Well, if that ain’t right, you can sue me! Now listen, Eddie. You just wait until after the opening tonight and you’ll probably have all your numbers back and maybe some of mine. [He rises.] Come here, Eddie. I wrote a new scene for us.
[Carter, pathetically grateful for the respect and affection this implies, moves back, out of the scene, with Jack. Miss Glynn comes in. She is blond, pretty. She is in the rompers which chorus girls use as practice clothes. As she moves toward Mr. Lee she is obviously frightened.]
Miss Glynn
Mr. Lee, did you want me?
Lee